His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter thirteen

Feitan hesitantly stops and looks at you.

"What is it Feitan?" you question softly

Without saying anything, Feitan reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small package, awfully wrapped in newspaper. He hands it to you.
"Haha, this is dreadfully wrapped" you tease, but quickly silence yourself as you look up and meet his gaze, sensing small hints of anticipation, and questionably even fear.

Easily unwrapping the gift, you stare down speechless and what lays in your hands. Glossing over the fine red material, you internally remark how similar this scarf is to Feitans. Running your hands over the material in awe, you raise your eyes to meet his. He sees small tears threatening to spill over your cheeks as he begins to panic. No, I've made her cry. This was stupid. A stupid gift. I'll take it back. I'll burn it. I wish I never gave it to her. I didn't mean it.

"I love it. So much" You somehow manage to stifle out, your voice cracking through your soft whispers. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. It's the most considerate gift I have ever received. Thank you, Feitan".

A huge wave of relief swept over him as he extends his arm up to stroke your cheek. You pull him forwards into a tight embrace, nuzzling your face into the warmth of his shoulder. He flinches under your sudden touch, but quickly relaxes into the moment, gently stroking your back. You let out a few silent sobs and try to regain your composure. When you remove yourself from his grasp, you return to your normal, stoic expression, to Feitans slight disappointment.

Pulling the scarf  over your head, you adjust it so that the skull at the front is nearly identical to his.

"Sooo..?" you ask

"I want you to wear that all the time, so that people know who you belong to."

Taken back by his sudden assertive manor, it took you a second to realise that within that short space of time, he had closed that gap between you two, pulled down your scarf and was now kissing you passionately. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands explored the crevasses of your back, secretly praising the well fitted, tight clothes. His hands roamed further down, squeezing your butt so that you were able to jump up into his arms, your legs wrapped solidly around his waist, his muscular arms supporting you.

Your back got slammed into a nearby building, the violent nature of the kiss intensely turning you on. Something was different this time around though. Yes, you had felt very intense feelings towards Feitan before, passion, lust, admiration for his work. But now, there was a whole new set of emotions, ones which you weren't too familiar with.

As the kiss got more heated, you could feel his member getting harder as you gently began to move your hips rhythmically. This sensations caused a soft moan to escape from Feitans mouth, as he wanted nothing more but to slam you down and fuck you senseless. But to him, it was also more that that. Yes the sex was amazing, God, it was SO good. But could there be something more perhaps? Feitan felt protective over you, albeit he knew that you would be able to handle yourself just fine. Part of the reason why he got you the scarf was so that everyone would know who you were, so that even if he wasn't around, you would be safe.  It sounded ridiculous, having only met you literally yesterday. But he just had a gut feeling.

Groping and moaning together, your bodies rhythmically moving in sync, tongues exploring every inch of each other's mouths. Both of you had the same thought rushing through your heads, "take me now".

Suddenly you were interrupted with shrieks of laughter, the sound of a camera clicking and awkward coughing. Gasping, you both look up, too stunned to untangle yourselves. Standing before you was a stunning girl with pink hair, giggling to herself as she took a picture, a satisfied smirk spread across her face with her new found blackmail ability. Next to her was a beast of a man, whose presence would be daunting to anyone. His stretched earlobes waving around manically with the violent shaking of his head as he tried to control his fits of laughter. Another man stood there, wearing a blue classic Japanese style robe, his hair manipulated tightly into a topknot, resembling the silhouette of a pineapple. An obvious blush was creeping across his face as his eyes darted around the ground.

The pink haired girl was the first to speak.

"Well Feitan, are you going to introduce us to your friend"?